*Kurapika’s heartbeat speeds up in tandem with the music produced by his fingers on the guitar, spurred on by the crowd’s delighted sounds and his own curiosity about how much he can do. He speeds through some chord progressions, then slows down again to match the melancholy mood of Melody’s guitar.*

You’re right… this feels…

*He feels unstoppable up here, bathed in stage light and a sea of eager eyes, following his every move.*